We can feel brokenhearted for the suffering of the children of Isaac and of Ishmael. We must.
I learned to light the candles, studied
the old books, taught my son to recognize the one
day of the week, one week of the year when we
eat matzo instead of bread and sing of freedom
and redemption.
Some days I don’t know what to do with this rage I carry.
When parting or meeting we wish each other peace.
We show with every greeting that we are lovers of peace.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered? Have you succeeded in changing yourself to wine? If so, please report back.
Let me fall if I must fall.
The one I will become
will catch me,
said the Baal Shem Tov.
Or did Twerski and the patient
dance, as Hassids do—dance until exhausted by
ecstasy, until the intransigent one, worn out
by serenity, surrendered to sobriety?
What sort of personal meaning can any of us extract from the current state of religious affairs, which is very strange?
Activists emphasized that they were inspired to act because of their Jewish identity and values, not in spite of them.
It was dusk, their home brightly lit.
Through the window,
I glimpsed the gray-haired man lifting his wife
into a dance.
We all must demand a ceasefire now. Our witnessing and demanding change is how we can all be helpers for all children.
And as I entered the onramp and the highway curved,
I realized I’d forgotten the wayfarer’s prayer.
To submerge beneath the water,
the mystics add,
is to return to the Divine womb,
the way the soul returns to the Heavens each night
as the body dozes.
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